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I wasn’t planning on writing a post. I have no plan, no topic to talk about. I have no encouraging words. Heck, I would absolutely understand if you stopped reading right now.

But I’m sitting here on a Sunday afternoon, recovering from being sick, and I realized that the reason I started this blog was to be real. To be honest.

I don’t want to be fake, to sit behind a keyboard and type words I don’t mean, pretending to be something I’m not, to have it all together. Because I don’t.

I’ve had it rough lately. Of course, I’ve had it worse, and that’s why I’m not complaining. But my soul…it hurts. It feels empty. I don’t like my circumstances, my actions. I don’t like a lot of things right now. I can’t really explain it.

I’m just rambling now, and I don’t really have a point. There aren’t any fancy slogans today, or witty one-liners. No Bible verses, no humor. Just me, and the white screen with the black words. Just me. And that’s how it should be.

Life is a journey, ya know? It’s me, and the dusty road. It sucks now, sure, but it may get better tomorrow. It may feel like I just got sucker punched (and it does, metaphorically of course) but that will heal. Time heals all wounds, as they say.

I’m very good at speaking optimistically about and to other people, but I’m horrible at thinking that about myself. That whole paragraph up there? That was more to myself than y’all if I can be honest. I get so caught up in my emotions, my feelings, my thoughts, that I forget it won’t be like this forever.

And I guess that’s my point. See, I lied up there. There was a point to this post.

I know this isn’t normally when I post, and this is atypical of my normal style, and I promise I’ll be back next Monday. Peace out. 🀘

19 thoughts on “[no subject]

  1. Y’know what, typical is a constrict. Whether you have the same posts you usually do or not, the same heart’s still there, and that’s kinda what really matters. I think. I could be wrong. I do know though that this post is deep and good and thanks for writing it. A lot of us don’t like stuff either, so you’re not alone. But you knew that already.
    It’s gonna be a long, long time. I’ma pray for you. πŸ™‚

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  2. Hi Garret! πŸ™‚ I’m new, so nice to meet you! You can call me Kenechi, jsyk.
    It seems like whenever one thinks they have life sorted out, it just comes back and wallops them over the head. But we can just deal with it because God is in control. He is the only one who can control life, and when life gets out of control, we just need to look to God. πŸ™‚ Time and time again I’ve tried to put a rope around my problems and reign them in, but I always forget that He is there trying to get me to stop and pay attention to Him, not life.
    Sorry about that ramble. I actually have no idea if that made sense. πŸ˜›
    Thank you for the genuine, real words! I needed them today, cuz I’m reminded that I’m not the only one with all that stuff messing with my brain… πŸ˜‰


  3. Thank you for this post. Isn’t it lovely how God can use even our lowest moments to encourage other people? You just made a little difference in my life. Who knows what will happen because of that? πŸ™‚


  4. Thanks for being honest, for being you through your blog. I find it very hard to allow myself to be vulnerable, so I think it is cool that you did that. πŸ™‚


  5. Hey, Garrett! You’ve might have seen me around YDubs (or maybe you haven’t), and here I am wandering onto your blog. Just wanna say thanks (again) for being real, and relatable, and pouring your thoughts out onto the page. I like posts like this; it helps you know that you’re not alone.

    ‘Life is a journey, ya know? It’s me, and the dusty road.’ – Love that line.

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  6. Me, a nonlinearish blogger, deciding to read another nonlinearish blogger’s nonlinearish blog: okay, where to begin? everywhere? Nowhere? Hmmm… HERE. *random click*
    But was it a random click, if it was such a good post? Perhaps I was meant to read this. I was meant to read this. Because I understand this in that way that’s so deep it can’t be conveyed.


    1. I know I approved this a while ago and I’ve been struggling to find a way to respond. My first instinct was to thank you. Why, I’m not sure. I guess for taking the time to read a post of mine, taking time out of your day to do that. It means a lot.

      My second instinct was to say wow. The fact that every word I type can affect people, a person, anyone is astonishing to me.

      My third instinct was to say nothing. There’s really nothing I can say to this anyway. Anything I say is inadequate because there aren’t words for what I would want to say.


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